Lacerations of the Soul
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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14
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6,577
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chapter 5 - Awaking Ms Granger
Ok Barbara (whoever you are :D) Here's another chapter, you are the only one reviewing so I'll give you props! :D Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, if not for you I'd probably stop this thing all together!
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Chapter 5
Reality seemed as unfocused as the dream realm, and Severus took a deep calming breath before looking the young woman in his arms, in the eyes. When he did he saw an appreciation that bordered on heroism, and it wasn’t that. He didn’t wake her to be her hero, her champion. He only woke her to get her to stop that bloody screaming.
Still yet, there was something to her eyes, they were beautiful in a fine scotch sort of way. He shook his head slightly before staring into those orbs again. “Hermione, you can’t allow yourself to wallow in the past, I know it is still fresh, and the pain is great, but re-invoking the same scene over and over again is going to cause nothing but more pain. It’s 4 am, and I’m fairly certain I was the only other fool who forgot to put a sound proofing charm on their door. I don’t sleep well without one.” He actually didn’t sleep well with one, normally. “May I offer an ear as to why you are repeating the same scene? Can I be of service?”
Hermione thought for a moment, tears wetting the front of his robe as she cried, unable to catch her breath from the sobs that were still wracking her body. “Just… hold… me…” She begged between heaved breaths. Severus knew that it was probably the wrong thing for him to do, he probably should go get Molly, or even that insufferable git she called a boyfriend, but something about holding her felt right. He was the one to rush to her aid after all, and she had asked him. “Please.” She commanded this of him so sweetly and so desperately that he had no choice but to comply.
He stroked her hair as she began to calm down, and he could smell the shampoo that she used. Apples and Cinnamon, he mulled over the smell wondering if perhaps she had created the scented shampoo herself. She was intelligent enough after all. “Hush now Hermione, everything’s messed up right now, but you have so many people who look out for you, who will always look out for you.”
He wondered in amazement at himself, why was he still here, how was he going to be the snarky man that he’d always been around her tomorrow? He’d not been this gentle with a woman in, well, at the very least twenty years. Not since… He was broken away from his reverie, his memories, before they even rightfully began, by a sudden soft spoken plea.
“Don’t leave me…” she begged her eyes drooping, “Keep the dreams away…”
Severus hung his head, he knew what his decision was before he her command left her lips, he’d stay. He’d stay, with her arms wrapped around his torso, his arms around her small body. He’d stay until she woke in the morning, helping her to fight the inner battles that she was fighting.
Sleep was something he thought would be long in coming, but he was wrong. Severus soon followed her lead, curled up with the younger woman, both ending their nights with a sleep so dreamless that no draught, potion, or charm could have ever compared.
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Ron awoke at an early hour, something felt wrong. He’d not spoken to Hermione since the accident, and he missed the witch dearly. He wanted to leave her be, until she realized how much she needed him. Unfortunately, he realized he just couldn’t do that. He loved her, yes that must be it, he loved her. She was nice, smart, and even a little pretty. He had to love her.
He crawled out from under his bed covers, jumped into the shower whistling a merry tune, much too merry for the situation as it were. He stepped out of the shower wearing a towel, looked in the mirror and smiled at his reflection. He certainly had turned out to be a perfect specimen of the male species. He even told himself so. Hermione at one point or another had said “If you don’t think you’re important, then no one else will either.” And for some reason that bit of babble became useful information stored in his brain until he deemed it trash. He actually used it daily, thinking that he was the most handsome man in Hogwarts, and since he started using this philosophy (and consequently started to date Hermione) he had girls fawning all over him.
Actually he sometimes wondered why he stayed with Hermione. She was pretty, but there were girls that were beautiful that fawned over him. Like Lavender Brown, she was so sexy, and lord knows he’d wanted her for as long as he’d wanted girls, but she’d always had a boyfriend… Now he’s the one in a relationship… But he loved Hermione, yep. That’s exactly what this was.
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All over the Weasley house, the inhabitants were waking Harry smiled at the red head that was quickly slipping out of his bed to race back to her room before her mother caught her. She knew that Harry had wanted to break up, but she wouldn’t let him. She knew he was trying to protect her, but that wasn’t his place. His place was in her heart. If she died helping him, she died. She’d do whatever it took to keep the man who had claimed her… her heart, her everything.
She’d made it to her room, stripped her clothes from her body and headed into the bath. She dipped her toe into the fragrant water, the essence of rose water and lily met her nose, and she slid in gracefully cupping the water in her hands and allowing it to flow down her body, before sliding in up to her neck.
She began to day dream of the night before, how skilled Harry had become with his hands… his tongue… remembering all of the intimate details, when a loud boisterous voice began Yelling at the top of his lungs.
“How could you?! You, You… With …” She could only catch part of her brother’s over exaggerated rantings, and she knew she’d been caught; she raced from the bathroom barely thinking to cover up in a bathrobe.
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“How could you do this to me?! You, with him.. of all people! He’s not only a teacher—“
“Former teacher.” Severus interjected.
“Thanks, gah! Just shut the bloody hell up.” He yelled at Snape, but the potions master was forcing back a laugh. The boy was just too predictable. “Former teacher, but he’s Snape. He’s the slimy greasy haired bat that lives in the dungeons! You slept with him? With me in my room? You’ve been planning this with him all along, you didn’t want my assistance with anything lately, even before yesterday, and now it comes out, you’ve had the hots for him for years!”
“Ron! That’s not—“
“No you don’t get to talk now! I get to talk now! You are a.. a.. slut! You are dishing it out to a man more than twice your age! Think of this Hermione, when your twenty he’ll be what sixty? That’s disgusting!” Ron was angry. That might have been the understatement of the decade, Ron was so violently pissed off that the hand grasping his wand was shaking with tension.
“Ron, Nothing—“
“No. I don’t want to hear any excuses Hermione, I don’t need them. I’ve got a waiting list a mile long to ride my broomstick, and just because you didn’t doesn’t mean you’ll get another chance. I can’t bel—“
“That will be quite enough Mr. Weasley, I might not be able to deduct house points at this time but by god I can and will stand up for human decency.” Severus broke in. It had been kind of comical at first, seeing the boy turn the same shade all over… but he had finally lain the straw that broke the camels back.
“You stand up for decency? That’s a bloody riot, that is. You sleeping with her, standing here telling me that you are standing up for what is right? You are a death eater. You don’t know what’s right.” Ron was shaking as the party grew. It had started with three, but quickly became four. (With Ginny standing there dismayed, her mouth gaping open as she had nothing she could say. She had no idea what had transpired last night between Hermione and the potions master, but she’d damn well find out.) And now the party was at a whopping seven, with Harry rushing out, then Molly and Arthur pulling up the rear.
“Ronald Weasley, have you lost your head? You apologize to Severus at this instant! He knows exactly what is right and wrong, and you will regret that you have ever said those things. I don’t know what is going on exactly, but you will cease and desist from ever speaking to an adult that way again!” Molly too was fuming, angered to no end that her son could be as cruel and heartless as he seemed. “And yelling at poor Hermione, she is going through a hard enough time with out you being a prat. Apologize.”
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Chapter 5
Reality seemed as unfocused as the dream realm, and Severus took a deep calming breath before looking the young woman in his arms, in the eyes. When he did he saw an appreciation that bordered on heroism, and it wasn’t that. He didn’t wake her to be her hero, her champion. He only woke her to get her to stop that bloody screaming.
Still yet, there was something to her eyes, they were beautiful in a fine scotch sort of way. He shook his head slightly before staring into those orbs again. “Hermione, you can’t allow yourself to wallow in the past, I know it is still fresh, and the pain is great, but re-invoking the same scene over and over again is going to cause nothing but more pain. It’s 4 am, and I’m fairly certain I was the only other fool who forgot to put a sound proofing charm on their door. I don’t sleep well without one.” He actually didn’t sleep well with one, normally. “May I offer an ear as to why you are repeating the same scene? Can I be of service?”
Hermione thought for a moment, tears wetting the front of his robe as she cried, unable to catch her breath from the sobs that were still wracking her body. “Just… hold… me…” She begged between heaved breaths. Severus knew that it was probably the wrong thing for him to do, he probably should go get Molly, or even that insufferable git she called a boyfriend, but something about holding her felt right. He was the one to rush to her aid after all, and she had asked him. “Please.” She commanded this of him so sweetly and so desperately that he had no choice but to comply.
He stroked her hair as she began to calm down, and he could smell the shampoo that she used. Apples and Cinnamon, he mulled over the smell wondering if perhaps she had created the scented shampoo herself. She was intelligent enough after all. “Hush now Hermione, everything’s messed up right now, but you have so many people who look out for you, who will always look out for you.”
He wondered in amazement at himself, why was he still here, how was he going to be the snarky man that he’d always been around her tomorrow? He’d not been this gentle with a woman in, well, at the very least twenty years. Not since… He was broken away from his reverie, his memories, before they even rightfully began, by a sudden soft spoken plea.
“Don’t leave me…” she begged her eyes drooping, “Keep the dreams away…”
Severus hung his head, he knew what his decision was before he her command left her lips, he’d stay. He’d stay, with her arms wrapped around his torso, his arms around her small body. He’d stay until she woke in the morning, helping her to fight the inner battles that she was fighting.
Sleep was something he thought would be long in coming, but he was wrong. Severus soon followed her lead, curled up with the younger woman, both ending their nights with a sleep so dreamless that no draught, potion, or charm could have ever compared.
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Ron awoke at an early hour, something felt wrong. He’d not spoken to Hermione since the accident, and he missed the witch dearly. He wanted to leave her be, until she realized how much she needed him. Unfortunately, he realized he just couldn’t do that. He loved her, yes that must be it, he loved her. She was nice, smart, and even a little pretty. He had to love her.
He crawled out from under his bed covers, jumped into the shower whistling a merry tune, much too merry for the situation as it were. He stepped out of the shower wearing a towel, looked in the mirror and smiled at his reflection. He certainly had turned out to be a perfect specimen of the male species. He even told himself so. Hermione at one point or another had said “If you don’t think you’re important, then no one else will either.” And for some reason that bit of babble became useful information stored in his brain until he deemed it trash. He actually used it daily, thinking that he was the most handsome man in Hogwarts, and since he started using this philosophy (and consequently started to date Hermione) he had girls fawning all over him.
Actually he sometimes wondered why he stayed with Hermione. She was pretty, but there were girls that were beautiful that fawned over him. Like Lavender Brown, she was so sexy, and lord knows he’d wanted her for as long as he’d wanted girls, but she’d always had a boyfriend… Now he’s the one in a relationship… But he loved Hermione, yep. That’s exactly what this was.
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All over the Weasley house, the inhabitants were waking Harry smiled at the red head that was quickly slipping out of his bed to race back to her room before her mother caught her. She knew that Harry had wanted to break up, but she wouldn’t let him. She knew he was trying to protect her, but that wasn’t his place. His place was in her heart. If she died helping him, she died. She’d do whatever it took to keep the man who had claimed her… her heart, her everything.
She’d made it to her room, stripped her clothes from her body and headed into the bath. She dipped her toe into the fragrant water, the essence of rose water and lily met her nose, and she slid in gracefully cupping the water in her hands and allowing it to flow down her body, before sliding in up to her neck.
She began to day dream of the night before, how skilled Harry had become with his hands… his tongue… remembering all of the intimate details, when a loud boisterous voice began Yelling at the top of his lungs.
“How could you?! You, You… With …” She could only catch part of her brother’s over exaggerated rantings, and she knew she’d been caught; she raced from the bathroom barely thinking to cover up in a bathrobe.
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“How could you do this to me?! You, with him.. of all people! He’s not only a teacher—“
“Former teacher.” Severus interjected.
“Thanks, gah! Just shut the bloody hell up.” He yelled at Snape, but the potions master was forcing back a laugh. The boy was just too predictable. “Former teacher, but he’s Snape. He’s the slimy greasy haired bat that lives in the dungeons! You slept with him? With me in my room? You’ve been planning this with him all along, you didn’t want my assistance with anything lately, even before yesterday, and now it comes out, you’ve had the hots for him for years!”
“Ron! That’s not—“
“No you don’t get to talk now! I get to talk now! You are a.. a.. slut! You are dishing it out to a man more than twice your age! Think of this Hermione, when your twenty he’ll be what sixty? That’s disgusting!” Ron was angry. That might have been the understatement of the decade, Ron was so violently pissed off that the hand grasping his wand was shaking with tension.
“Ron, Nothing—“
“No. I don’t want to hear any excuses Hermione, I don’t need them. I’ve got a waiting list a mile long to ride my broomstick, and just because you didn’t doesn’t mean you’ll get another chance. I can’t bel—“
“That will be quite enough Mr. Weasley, I might not be able to deduct house points at this time but by god I can and will stand up for human decency.” Severus broke in. It had been kind of comical at first, seeing the boy turn the same shade all over… but he had finally lain the straw that broke the camels back.
“You stand up for decency? That’s a bloody riot, that is. You sleeping with her, standing here telling me that you are standing up for what is right? You are a death eater. You don’t know what’s right.” Ron was shaking as the party grew. It had started with three, but quickly became four. (With Ginny standing there dismayed, her mouth gaping open as she had nothing she could say. She had no idea what had transpired last night between Hermione and the potions master, but she’d damn well find out.) And now the party was at a whopping seven, with Harry rushing out, then Molly and Arthur pulling up the rear.
“Ronald Weasley, have you lost your head? You apologize to Severus at this instant! He knows exactly what is right and wrong, and you will regret that you have ever said those things. I don’t know what is going on exactly, but you will cease and desist from ever speaking to an adult that way again!” Molly too was fuming, angered to no end that her son could be as cruel and heartless as he seemed. “And yelling at poor Hermione, she is going through a hard enough time with out you being a prat. Apologize.”